Down little quiet street in old house Was undertaker’s office and as we’re hanging around We were peering through the windows, staring at wreaths At white expensive coffins and cheap plain biers
Once on a summer night about quarter to ten We heard a creak and in the doorway there was a man He grinning said: "Good evening, boys! Why don’t you come in? We gotta little party here, so won’t you begin to
Dance with the dead Swing with the dead Sway with the dead At undertaker’s party
Rock with the dead Roll with the dead Jump till you dead At undertaker’s party"
We gotta run but our feet froze to the floor He pulled us in and there was no way back anymore We saw the corpses shuffling all over the hall The music started and we’d got to have a ball
And we danced with the dead Swung with the dead Swayed with the dead At undertaker’s party
Rocked with the dead Rolled with the dead Jumped till we dead At undertaker’s party
The undertaker was a lonely man and that’s why He made a company for him of dead zombiefied We shared the community and it’s not a lick bad So welcome to the party where you can with the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
